The Old Home Ain't What It Used To Be - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
The Old Home Ain't What It Used to Be. 
Oh! the old home ain't what it used to be; The banjo and the fiddle has gone, And no more you hear the darkies singing Among the sugar cane and corn. Great changes has come to the poor colored man. But this change makes him sad and forlorn, For no more we hear the darkies singing Among the sugar cane und corn. 
Chorus No, the old home ain't what it used to be; The change makes me sad and forlorn, For no more we hear the darkies singing Among the sugar cane und corn. 
In the fields I've worked when I thought 'twas hard, But night brought its pleasure and rest, In the old house down by the river side, The place of all the world the best. Oh! where are the children that once used to play In the lane by the old cabin door? They are scattered now, and o'er the world they roam, The old man ne'er will see them more. - Chorus. 
Now the old man had rather lived and died In the home where his children were born, But when freedom came to the colored man, He left his cotton-field and corn. This old man has lived out his three score and ten, And he'll soon have to lie down and die, Yet he hopes to get into a better land, So now, old cabin home, good-bye.- Chorus.